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Parents are feeling some type of way right now.

If we send our kids to school, we’re “selfish.”

If we keep them home, we’re “living in fear.”

We know our choice will not please everyone—

But we’re trying not to care, and instead just focus on what’s best for our kid.

BUT we’re not even sure what that is.

Because we’re just sooo conflicted.

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We’ve been trying to enjoy this extra time with our kids.

But our newest thief of joy is uncertainty.

We’re offered strong opinions from others not even in our position.

And if we’re honest, we’re pretty much over it.

Some of us have already decided; for some, it was decided for us.

And some, like me, are sitting right smack dab in the middle of indecision.

The reality is some families will be giving up an income and financial stability.

Some will go to work, whether by choice or mere necessity, and will still be judged harshly.

Some parents will try to balance full-time work from home and distance learning, which seems almost impossible to me.

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Many have, and will, shed tears and mourn plans when no one is looking.

And then pull it together just as quickly.

There’s a decision to be made, but there’s no “right” one.

My kids won’t hear the complaint when I push my career aside.

The work-outside-the-home mom’s kids likely won’t see the weight she’s carrying.

The work-from-home dad won’t let anyone know the pressure he’s under.

We KNOW we’d do ANYTHING for our kids, no matter the sacrifice, but we did not sign up for THIS.

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No one did.

So if you hear a parent voice their choice that’s different than yours . . . 

Please do not make them feel worse.

Give them some grace.

Because I can promise you—we parents are already feeling some type of way.

Originally published on Whitney Ballard, Writer

P.S. These times are confusing not just for parents, but for our kids, too. The Coping Skills For Kids Workbook is a great tool for helping them work through their big emotions. 

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Whitney Ballard

Whitney Ballard is a writer and mom advocate from small town Alabama. She owns the Trains and Tantrums blog, where she writes about motherhood, marriage, mental health, and more. Whitney went from becoming a mom at sixteen to holing a Master’s degree; she writes about that journey, along with daily life, through a Christian lens. When she’s not writing while on her porch swing or cheering/yelling at the ballpark, you’ll find her in the backyard with her husband, two boys, and two dogs.

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